I sat in my dimly lit office, anticipation coursing through my veins like a live wire, as I waited for news about the individual connected to the bomb threat at my event. The dull hum of the city outside faded into the background, swallowed by the heavy tension hanging in the air.
Suddenly, my assistant's phone rang, breaking the tense silence. "Sir, it's the contact we hired to track down the suspect," he said, his voice filled with urgency. He clicked the call onto the speaker, and the room filled with static before a shaky voice broke through.
"I can't… I can't talk..." the man gasped; his tone laced with panic. My assistant pressed him for details, desperation creeping into his voice. "What's happening? Tell me!"
"I… a woman…" the caller managed to utter before the line went dead, silencing all hope of clarity. My assistant's fingers flew over the screen, dialling and redialling without success, frustration etched on his face.
Moments later, chaotic news rushed in. The very building where our hired men were supposed to be—the ones tasked with snatching the suspect—was engulfed in flames, reduced to a smouldering wreck. A deadly fire had taken hold, reducing everything to ashes and ruin.
With my heart pounding like a war drum, I knew this was just the beginning. The woman, the mysterious figure mentioned by the caller, was now at the centre of a perilous game I hadn't anticipated. The stakes were higher than ever, and I felt an intoxicating mix of fear and adrenaline as I prepared to plunge into the unknown.
I smirked, sinking into my chair with a lazy, confident ease, leaning back as if the chaos before me was nothing more than an amusing spectacle. Fingers tapped against the armrest as I let out a slow exhale before speaking, my voice smooth, edged with dark amusement.
"So, according to that man's last words… the building was brought down by a woman. A mere woman killed them all and left nothing but destruction in her wake."
A slow, devilish grin spread across my lips as I let out a low, sinister chuckle. Then—without warning—I slammed my palm onto the table with such force that the entire room flinched. The sound cracked through the air like a gunshot. Without breaking stride, I grabbed my phone from the table and hurled it toward the television mounted on the wall. The impact was instant—glass shattered, the screen cracked and fizzled, and the TV came crashing to the ground in a mess of wires and broken circuits.
I rose from my chair, each step slow and deliberate, exuding a predatory grace as I closed the distance between myself and my trembling assistant. He barely dared to breathe as I reached him, my fingers curling around his collar, yanking him forward just enough to feel the weight of my words.
"A woman," I murmured, my voice laced with something dangerously intrigued, "A mere woman wiped out an entire force of my men and reduced a building to ashes. Interesting... very interesting."
My grip on his collar tightened, my breath warm against his face as my lips curved into a smirk.
"In all my years, not once has someone caught my attention like this. That woman…" I let the words settle, dark and heavy, "She will be mine. No matter what it takes, no matter the cost—I want her. Do you understand, Mr. Ham?"
The room fell into silence, thick with tension, the air itself suffocating under the weight of my command. My assistant swallowed hard, nodding in fearful obedience. This was only the beginning.
The thought alone makes my lips curve into a slow, wicked smile.
For so many years... no one dared to walk the path I carved.No one had the spine to meet my gaze, let alone stand in front of me—unshaken.I was a storm cloaked in silk, fire behind quiet eyes, a queen of a kingdom built by blood and brilliance.
Men bowed. Women whispered. Enemies vanished before the game even began.
But this time… someone walked in.
Not to serve. Not to fear. But to destroy.
To crush everything I built. To set fire to my throne. To challenge me—in my own empire.
And somehow… that doesn't terrify me.
It excites me.
Like a dangerous game I've been waiting to play.Like a slow dance between knives and kisses.A new player has entered the arena—drenched in arrogance, soaked in secrets, and tempting enough to make the devil himself pause.
"Interesting…" I whisper to myself, my voice thick like velvet laced with venom."So you want to burn my world? Darling, I'll hand you the match… just to watch how far you'll go before it consumes you too."
Because here's the truth.
They don't realize what they've touched.
This isn't just a game.
This is my game.
And I don't lose.
Let them try to unmake me. Let them attempt to tear my legacy apart. Because the closer they come, the deeper they fall into the web I've spun. The more they try to conquer me… the faster they'll crave me.
Let the game begin.